Judge Sandy

Judge Sandy -- ch 6

"Where is that bitch!" Czarina screamed as she stormed into Vlad's office at the strip club. She looked around the room, only seeing Maxim. She turned her attention back to Vlad. "I'm tired of waiting! I want that bitch now! Where is she?"

Vlad stood up and started walking around his desk. "Mama! I've told you this is going to take time. We will get her. We don't know where she went. None of our people in the police department know nothing about her whereabouts. And we've been watching her house for over two weeks now."

"What the fuck are we paying those worthless shits for if they can't provide us with the information we need, when we need it?!" She was still screaming, her rage in complete control of her.

Vlad grabbed her by her arms and held her for several seconds trying to calm her. Then he looked over at Maxim. "Get out! Go check the guys and see if they have any new updates." He watched Maxim leave the office, then turned his attention back to his mother. He spoke to her calmly and softly. "Your getting worked up isn't going to help you or the situation. We have talked with everyone who could possibly know where she might be. Apparently, whoever she's with has taken her into hiding and they've managed to keep their whereabouts unknown."

Czarina cupped the side of his face as she spoke softly, her rage still evident. "My sweet boy has gotten soft. I can think of two people who probably know where she's at, and would be glad to tell you with the right persuasion. Her parents."

Vlad's eyes lit up. "Mama! No! That's a bad idea! All that's going to do... " He didn't finish before being slapped across the face.

"Don't you ever question one of my orders again!" She growled at him in a seething rage. "Go to her parents house and find out what they know. After you're done, kill them!" She smiled. "I guarantee that will bring her out of hiding."

"Mama! Please!" Vlad tried to protest.

She slapped him again. "I am still head of this family. You will do as I tell you. If you weren't my son, I'd kill you where you stand for questioning me. Now get it done!" She turned and stormed out of the office, leaving Vlad standing there. The rage within him slowly rising.

He hated when she allowed her hatred and anger to take control of her. But he knew by the time he got home that evening, she'd be calm and in control, seducing him into her bed once again. This was a cycle he'd repeated hundreds of times. This morning she'd slapped him for questioning her. By the end of the evening she'd be the consummate lover, sucking his cock till she was ready for him to make love to her. She'd whisper how much she loved him, needed him and trusted him, as the only man in her life she could trust.

Vlad stepped outside his office and looked for Maxim, who hadn't left yet. "Forget checking in with the guys. I know there's nothing new to report. Pull them out of that house. We're going to pay the bitch's parents a visit." Maxim's eyes lit up, just as Vlad's did. Vlad held up his hand. "I know! A fucking stupid idea! We're going to have every cop in the State, not to mention the Feds, down our throats." He thought for a few seconds. "Or maybe not. We're going to make it look like a home invasion. We take our guns, just in case. But we only use knives. Silent and easily disposed of. Now go get the guys."

Brandon had every weapon in his little arsenal laid out on the front porch of the cabin. Sandy was taking them, one at a time, and demonstrating her proficiency in using them. After they were done with target practice for the day, they'd go inside and tear down each piece, clean it thoroughly, then put them back together in preparation for the next days practice.

The weather had turned warm for where they were at in Northern Wisconsin. Being the middle of October, Brandon was glad for that. He knew they were getting close to the winter months. The evenings were cool. But the days were reaching the low 70s.

He watched Sandy as she emptied the Ruger's clip into the target, wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans. "Thank god for warm weather." He mumbled to himself, his eyes roaming up and down her body. The two had become like two horny teenagers, unable to keep their hands off each other. He knew she was in her prime, sexually, as a woman. But he began to wonder if he would be able to keep up with her.

Sandy turned, looking at Brandon for his approval, after she'd emptied the clip. Every bullet had hit the target. Not all of them in the kill zone. But enough.

He stepped up to her and took the gun out of her hand. "You're doing great. I'm proud of you."

Sandy's face lit up. "You are?" She asked smiling, sounding more like a little girl, than a forty-five-year-old woman.

Brandon laughed. This was becoming a ritual they would go through whenever he told her he was proud of her for learning the skills he was trying to teach her. "Yes, I am. Very proud of you. You're becoming much more proficient in handling a gun, but I can also tell you've become much more comfortable with them."

Sandy wrapped her arms around his waist as she smiled up at him. "That's because I have a great teacher. So, do I get my reward for doing well with today's lesson?" She asked giggling. "You want to keep me motivated, don't you?"

Brandon looked at her in disbelief at her insatiable appetite. "Do you ever get enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You're starting to worry me that I'm not going to be able to keep up with you."

"First of all, my appetite is all your fault. You've created that hunger in me. You've given me a taste of something I've never had before. And I like it. I can't get enough of it. As far as you keeping up with me. Don't you worry about it, baby. I know how to keep you motivated." She giggled again. "You're staring at them."

"They do keep me motivated." He said laughing. "Now get your practice done. We'll drive into town later this afternoon. I want to call Tom and see what's going on, back in reality."

Sandy's whole demeanor changed at the mention of their situation back in the Chicago area. "Do we have to go back? Can't we just stay here? We could both get jobs and just stay here."

Brandon understood exactly where she was coming from. There was a huge appeal to staying where they were. But it wasn't real. "I want to stay up here with you so bad, I can taste it." He put the gun down on the small table next to them, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body. "But this isn't real. And I don't want either of us looking over our shoulder the rest of our lives, wondering if they were still coming after us. Besides, this place doesn't belong to us. We can't stay here much longer. Especially if Charlie comes up to do some hunting. Season opens soon."

"I could sell my house and buy something up here." She tried to refute his argument, grabbing at straws to stay where they were. She had to face the real reason behind her desire to stay where they were. "Going back scares me more than anything I've ever been scared of before."

Brandon caressed her face, listening to her express her fears. "I don't want you to live in fear of anyone. Especially the Russians."

"It's not the Russians that scare me the most. It's the thought of losing you that scares me more than anything. I finally have the man I want to spend my life with. And now I'm terrified you're going to be taken from me."

He smiled at her, not responding immediately. He'd had too many girlfriends, wives and mothers plead with him to promise them their man would come back from a deployment or a specific mission. He never made that promise, knowing he couldn't keep it. "I plan on being around for a very long time. You need somebody to take care of you. You wouldn't last ten minutes out here."

She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his head down slightly as she stood on her toes to kiss him. The kiss lingered as their tongues played together, their bodies melting together. "I do need someone to take care of me. I can't believe I'm saying that. After my divorce I decided I didn't need anyone or anything. But I was just fooling myself. I do need someone. That someone is you." She paused as she caressed his face, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't think you know what you've done to me. You've invaded my life and conquered my heart."

Brandon smiled. "Mmmm! I like the military metaphor. Does that mean I can rape and pillage you?"

"Stop! I'm being serious now." She replied smiling.

"Sorry."

"But, yes. You can rape and pillage me as often as you want. But you've become so much more to me than just the sex. You're a man I respect. The way you carry yourself. You're not afraid to make decisions. There's a hardness about you. But you're always tender with me. You have a strength about you that I can't get enough of." She paused again. "That's why I'm terrified of losing you. I love you Brandon Tanner. The thought of you not being in my life scares me more than anything. It just leaves me feeling empty."

Brandon put his hand over her mouth, having heard enough. "I love you too, Sandra Fiore. You're not going to lose me. You're everything I want in a woman. You're beautiful, smart, stronger than any woman I've ever been with. I've never been attracted to weak women. You're anything but weak." He smiled again. "And it doesn't hurt that you're a sensuous lover with a body I can't get enough of."

"Like I said." She interrupted him, smiling up at him. "You can rape and pillage this body as often as you want."

"That's the plan, sexy." He reached around and slapped her ass. "Now finish your practice session. We'll go into town later and get some dinner."

Vlad walked up the front steps to the house. Czarina was waiting for him by the front door. "It's set up." He said to her as he walked by her, still angry from her slapping him twice that morning. "We'll pay her parents a visit tomorrow."

Czarina watched him walk by her and into the house. She knew she'd allowed her rage to get the better of her when she slapped her son. "Are you still angry with me?" She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

"What the fuck do you think?" Vlad responded sarcastically as he kept walking. He walked into the kitchen and looked for something to eat in the refrigerator.

Czarina walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "Please don't be angry with me Vlad. You're my sweet boy. I need my sweet boy." Her tone sounding more like pleading now.

"It didn't sound that way this morning when you were screaming at me. And then there were the two slaps across the face." He said, keeping an edge of anger in his voice.

"I know! I know my sweet boy! I allowed my anger to get to me, and I took it out on you. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Please! I can't stand the thought of you being angry with me. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Vlad turned and stared down at her with no expression. He'd seen her contrition and change in attitude so many times before, after she'd displayed one of her enraged torrents at him, over the years. But there was something different in her this time. He could tell she was genuinely fearful of losing him. Was it possible her fear of losing him outweighed her pride and arrogance as leader of the family? The question gave him a sense of confidence at pushing the boundaries that existed between them. "Go upstairs and wait for me. I'll be up after I've had something to eat."

Vlad climbed the stairs to the second floor. His physical appetite satiated. Now it was time to satisfy his sexual appetite, at the hands of the woman who'd humiliated him this morning. He walked into the master bedroom, knowing she'd be waiting for him there. Czarina was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing one of her long, flowing satin robes, dressed in his favorite teddy under it.

Czarina held out her arms. "Come to me my sweet boy. Let me take care of you the way I know you like." Vlad stepped up and stood in front of her, between her legs. Czarina could smell the days sweat on him. "Go take a shower baby. Then I'll take care of you."

Vlad grabbed her by the neck and lifted her to her feet. The look of fear in her eyes was priceless. "You said, and I quote, 'I'll do anything to make it up to you.' Do you really want to make it up to me? Do you really want to show me how sorry you are? And how much you love me?"

"Yes baby!" She gasped as his hand stayed clenched around her neck.

He smiled at her. "Then tonight, I take you as my slut."

She pushed him back with all her strength as she screamed at him, falling back on the bed. "NO! I am your mother. I will not be treated as one of your sluts."

Vlad stood there glaring at her. He wasn't going to play her game anymore. He turned to leave the room. "Have it your way. Just like you always do. Enjoy your empty bed this evening." He slammed the door behind him, then walked down the hallway to his room as he listened to her wail.

He undressed, then walked into his bathroom to take a shower. When he was finished, he toweled off then walked naked back into his bedroom. Czarina was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed. She held up her hand to him. "Come. Let's forget this nonsense. I need my sweet boy. The only man in my life I trust." Czarina's way of dealing with conflict between her and her sons was to pretend they didn't exist. What she didn't realize was she'd crossed a line with Vlad when she slapped him.

Vlad stood, several feet from his mother, considering his next move. He knew he could get a good fuck out of her, if he just played her game. But then, he'd be acquiescing to her abusive behavior, yet again. But could he live with himself. He had no desire to usurp her authority as the matriarch of the family. But he was done with her emasculating him. He stepped forward and stood in front of her, his hanging cock and balls within easy reach. "I am the only man in your life you can trust." He growled as he glared down at her. "You killed all the others who you thought you couldn't trust. Is that what you're going to do to me someday?"

Czarina leaned forward and grabbed his hips. "No Vlad! Never! I love you so much. You're nothing like those others. You're my son."

He grabbed her hands and placed them on his cock. "Show me how much you love me." He commanded her. He groaned softly as her hands stroked his manhood to life. There was a brutality to the way she dealt with most men. But when it came to her son, she was always a tender lover, eager to please him in every way. He watched her as she brought his manhood to full erection. "I'm not only the only man you can trust, I'm the only man who loves you for who you are and what you are. And you know it."

She looked up at him, still stroking his cock, unable to bring herself to admit he was right.

Vlad leaned over, grabbed her by her upper arms and lifted her to her feet. "You are so fucking proud and arrogant, you can't even admit that." The two stared at each other. Czarina unable to bring herself to speak. Vlad feeling his rage towards her growing. He'd finally had enough of her manipulation and years of verbal and emotional abuse.

"I'm going to show you the respect as head of this family and carry out your wishes. I'll take out the judge's parents. I think that's a stupid move. But I'll do it out of respect for you. I'm also going to continue to love you the way you need." He paused as he eyed her body, caressing the sides of her breasts, over her robe. He could sense her resistance crumbling. "But from now on, I'm in command when we're in this house, and in this bedroom. Do you understand?"

Czarina was beginning to see her son in a different light. He was taking command. Part of her bristled at the thought of his being in command around the house, and in the bedroom. But there was also a part of her that had wanted to give up control to someone that she could trust for so long. "Yes! I understand." She replied softly.

Vlad smiled at her. He knew she'd back down. The thought of losing him as her lover was more than she could handle. "Good. Time you adjusted to your new role. Strip!"

Czarina hesitated for a few seconds before untying her robe and slipping it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and pulled it down her body. For the first time in a very long time, she felt self-conscious as her son eyed her like she was just a sex object he was going to use for his pleasure.

He reached out and cupped her breasts, lifting them like this was the first time he'd seen them. "I've always thought you have nice tits." He'd never referred to them as 'tits' before. She had forbidden it. "I'm going to enjoy fucking them. I've wanted to fuck them for years. That's what tits like yours are good for." He pinched her nipples, pulling on them till she gasped. He smiled. "I'll have my fun with your tits later. But for now..." He turned around and sat down on the bed. Then pointed to the floor between his legs. "Get on your knees and show me how much you love your son."

He sat there, still eyeing her body, wondering if she was going to comply to his commands. He knew if she did, she'd be relinquishing control of their sexual relationship to him. She may have been his mother. But those days of innocent, familial love between a mother and her son were long past. She had done a good job of shattering them. He still felt a love towards her. But it was a love so tangled in his lust for her, he was determined he was going to break her.

He knew he had to move slowly. Even though he wanted to pull her down to her knees and shove his cock in her mouth till she was gagging on it. He wanted to make her feel the disgust and revulsion she had made him feel those first few months after she'd first seduced him. In time, he would. But he was going to move slowly, using her love and need for him against her. She was one messed up woman. And he was determined to exploit all of her issues and vulnerabilities to his advantage.

Czarina leaned forward, leaning on both his knees with her hands, as she knelt between his legs. She couldn't look up at her son as the psychological battle within her raged. He was making her feel like one of the sluts that worked at their strip clubs. But the thought of her son, her lover, withholding his love from her, was too crushing a thought to bear. Her conscience screamed at her, what conscience she had left, that she had brought this on herself and she deserved it.

She stared at his stiff cock for several seconds before taking it in her hands and stroking it softly. She had done this hundreds of times before, since the first time she'd seduced him. But this was different. There was a power-play in motion, between her and her son, and she was succumbing to his control. No longer did she see him as her "sweet boy" that she would prep for his servicing her needs. Now she saw him as the man in her life, using her to service his needs.

Vlad reached out and laid his hand on the top of her head. Then he gently pushed it down. "Take it Mama." He commanded her. "Show your boy how much you love him." He wanted to call her a slut. But he thought better of it. 'I'm going to take this slow. Break her in slowly.' He thought. 'I've got plenty of time to turn her into my attentive slut.'

Czarina opened her mouth as the pressure on the back of her head increased. Her lips slid over the head of his cock and down the length of his shaft as she felt his other hand grab her head. Her struggle with her new role in their relationship vanished when she heard him groan his approval. Her struggle was replaced with an overwhelming desire to please him, showing him how much she really loved him.

Vlad took control of her head, gripping it with both hands, pumping it up and down on his cock. "Oh Mama! That feels so good! What a good cock sucker you are!" He moaned. Then he laughed. "You've been hiding this from me. You dirty girl." His taunts were intended to reinforce her new role in her mind. She'd had gone down on him many times before. But it was always in preparation for his making love to her the way she enjoyed and wanted. "You're going to make me cum." He groaned as his grip on her head tightened.